The moment stopped again. Again, this odd, tense stillness hung between us. My chest tightened. My throat closed up.
We needed to get outside and see Andie. How long had passed since her call? Fifteen minutes? Half an hour? Could’ve been an hour for all I knew.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
Cameron sat next to me, the coarseness of his own jeans brushing my naked thigh. “Just that he’s a dumbass,” he said.
“He emails me every so often, you know,” I said. “Maybe he’ll….”
“He’s not going to reconsider.”
I swallowed and forced my throat to open up. “I know.”
Finally, I managed to get my jeans completely on. I stood to zip and button them.
“He told me he felt bad about it,” Cameron added.
My jaw unhinged. “What?”
Cameron stood along with me. “I know he broke your heart. I hate him for that. But I think a little bit of his broke, too. If it makes you feel any better.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I snapped, turning away and grabbing my cell phone, socks, sneakers, and zip-up hoodie. “And that’s not true. I’ve never broken anyone’s heart.”
“That’s not true, either.” He paused a moment. “Maybe you have and you don’t even know it.”